He was still again. Then another quick, deep thrust. She whimpered in desperation, and he bit into her neck gently, trying not to moan. Another thrust... She whimpered from pleasure.Another.The motion became quicker, the rhythm perfection, until he was fucking her with such vigour her breasts were bouncing and she was nearing orgasm, her soft moans now edging on screams. He was grunting in her ear, feeling her pussy twitching on his cock as she edged closer. “I want to cum with you,” He moaned,. “Oh, yes...” she sighed softly. Tom said to me, “Perhaps you’d like to join us. Dee’s mouth seems to be craving something to fill it.”I stood before my wife. As I said, she was bent over slightly, sitting or more like crouching onto Tom's erect cock, so her lips were not far from my swollen groin. “Take out my cock ” I told her. No hesitation, no bitching, no backchat anymore, Dee eagerly reached forward and undid my jeans. As her lips gathered my aching erection into her mouth, I felt her. Iimagined her making me perform oral sex on her -- if she made me, Iwasn't responsible, right?* *Before I turned 18 I got a girlfriend. Kathy French, a bubbly brunette.It was true that I would have preferred a transgender girl, but theyweren't exactly available in the want ads of my morning newspaper.Kathy laughed a lot, and she was pretty. I could do worse.But I do have to admit this. On Saturday nights, when I would park mytruck and we would start to kiss, my mind would wander. I imagined. Good girl in her dads presence, but a horny bitch in heat when he's not around. I just simply love being me. Today was a laid back one for me and I had nothing to do and nowhere to go, well so I thought.Looking at this total stranger I felt my pussy twitching. Already wet from my earlier events of fucking myself with my 14inched dildo twenty minutes ago, I was being me....horny as hell and craving his cock. I was wearing nothing but a muscle tee shirt that hung below my ass cheeks. Then I had.